Poetry Blogs (Schizophrenia)
It’s all a clue.
I’m the singular factor,
God and I have an understanding about truth.
Saturday 3rd April 2021 5:38 am
It's cold and confusing.
A bomb needing diffusing.
Strainging and stressful.
Though secretly blessful.
Her heart and soul are at war.
Depression growing like a sore.
A life filled of grief.
No hopes of relief.
Her heart cries out to God,
Her face and body, the facade.
Nobody sees the real me.
Feelings behind the walls you see.
Restrained by her own mind.
Tuesday 20th February 2018 10:34 pm
I sit in my room alone but with a presence
My nerves are like lightning, electrified and effervescent
After an all night vigil, the day breaks through the sky
My bodies finely programmed, just like my wired up mind
The voices in my head command me wisely
While the messages from the telly inform me concisely
On my objectives, plans and aims
To go outside on a mi...
Tuesday 29th October 2013 9:40 pm